There wasn't room in that cellar for the three of us. His
presence doubly endangered us and multiplied the complications. I was
in no position to force the gems from him. A man who has ten thousand
dollars' worth of jewels on his person doesn't stop at shooting; and I
possessed a healthy regard for my skin. I opened the window and caught
it to the ceiling by a hook I found there.
"There is a stout screen, my man."
"Take this, sir, and cut it out,"--handing me a pair of wire-clippers,
holding his lantern under his arm meanwhile. The muzzle of the
revolver, during all this time, never wavered in its aim at my head.
I went to work at the screen, and presently it fell inward.
"Is that satisfactory?"--with impressive irony.
"You are the most _perfect_ gentleman that _I_ ever see, sir!"
The girl laughed hysterically.
"Now what?" The fun was beginning to pall on me.
"Step out of the bin and stand aside. Sit down by the lady. Maybe
she's a bit frightened."
I obeyed him to the letter.
"Thanks!" With the agility of a cat he leaped up and wriggled through
the window. He turned. "Good night, sir. Sometime maybe I'll do the
same for you, sir."
"Go to the devil!" I snarled.
"My, my! What a temper, sir! I wouldn't have thought it of you, and a
nice lady in speaking distance!"
He disappeared.
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